One story could be 'I woke up to a cold hand on my face. When I opened my eyes, there was no one there.'
Here's another. 'The old doll in the attic blinked. I never went back up there again.' This simple two - sentence story creates a sense of unease. The idea of an inanimate object like a doll showing signs of life is quite creepy. It makes you wonder what might have caused it to blink and why the narrator is so scared that they won't return to the attic.
A third one could be 'I heard whispers in the empty room. But I was alone in the house.' The mystery of the whispers when no one else should be there is very spooky. It plays on our fear of the unknown and makes us imagine all sorts of things that could be causing those whispers, like ghosts or some other supernatural entities.
My reflection in the mirror smiled at me, but I wasn't smiling. It was a twisted, malevolent grin that made my blood run cold. I quickly looked away, but the image stayed in my mind, haunting me.
Maybe there is a story like 'The cemetery gate swung open. A cold hand reached out from the darkness.' This kind of two - sentence story quickly creates a spooky atmosphere. It gives just enough details to make your imagination run wild. For example, when you think about the cold hand reaching out from the cemetery darkness, you can start to picture all kinds of terrifying things, like a ghost or some undead creature.
I woke up in the middle of the night. A cold hand touched my face and whispered 'you're not alone'.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
I heard a baby crying in the attic. When I got there, no one was there but a tattered doll.
One story could be: 'The old house creaked at night. In the morning, a cold handprint was on the window.'
One story could be: 'I heard a knock on the door at midnight. When I opened it, there was no one there, but I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.'
I'll share this. I found a diary in an old attic. The last entry said 'They're coming for me tonight' and then the handwriting turned into scribbles. I started to hear scratching noises on the attic door right after reading it.
Story 1: I woke up to a cold hand on my face. When I turned on the light, no one was there.
Walking through the cemetery at night, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, but no one was there when I turned. This made me realize that there might be something unseen and terrifying lurking in the dark among the tombstones. The idea that there could be a presence that can touch but not be seen is truly spine - chilling.